Jump. Splat.

People constantly tell me how intelligent cats are, how they can jump from the 80th floor of a building and ALWAYS land on their feet (paws, whatever). Well, I doubt they have met my cat.

You see, I adopted him - nuts-free - from a Cat Hospital in Vegas when he was but a wee kitten. Full of fluff, loved to be cuddled. So I took him home and made him mine. Weeks turned into months, and months have well, almost turned into a year. And during that time, one would assume that a cat develops and grows. But don't be fooled by mystical appearances. My cat spends his day sleeping on my bed only getting up to eat and ... use the litter box. But when he jumps from the bed to the floor, he lands with a thump. Not an elegant cat-like pounce. Oh no, a loud thump as he falls into a crumpled mess of cat fur on the floor. Then he picks himself up and goes about his business.

I have a lazy cat. He stares up at the window but can't jump up to the sill. So I lifted him up. And there he sat, breathing in fresh air, alert as to the birds outside taunting him. But then enough was enough. He turned and jumped. Splat thud!

And there he lay. Eventtually he dragged himself to the carpet where he lay. I later discovered that poor thing had sprained his front right paw/leg. Not that I'm a vet - and I can't afford right now to take him to one - but nothing felt broken and he wasn't crying.

So now he hobbles a bit, but gets around. And does not jump from the bed. No. He sleeps 18 hours a day and has yet to use his litter box. Which reminds me, I need to get him off the bed. now.